thing, not really. It might mean he was feeling more for me than responsibility and attraction. But a big part of our relationship was sex, and tonight I wanted that connection with him. I needed it.
After getting up, I crossed to him. He was unscrewing the gin bottle to pour himself another drink when I took it from him. Setting it back on the table, I said, “Well, I’m currently all out of sharp, pointy things.”
His lips twitched and I took that as a good sign. Stepping close to him, I twined my arms around his waist, sighing contentedly at the feel of his skin against mine. It felt so right, even more so when his arms slid around me to pull me closer. His hand inched up underneath my hair to cup the back of my neck.
His heart beat strong in his chest, the dull thud reverberating into me. I tilted my head back to look at him. When our eyes met, I smiled. I couldn’t help it. I was glad to see him in spite of our argument.
“Impossible, silly girl,” he murmured, but his eyes were kind and his smile soft.
“Come back to bed,” I implored. “I’ve missed you. I need you.”
“Is that what you want?” he asked. “Even after Clive?”
“I don’t give a damn about Clive,” I said. “And I’m not about to let him ruin our time together. Now come. Make love to me. Don’t make me ask again.”
I took his hand and pulled him toward the bed, backing up as he followed me. He still seemed somewhat reluctant, but I saw his eyes tracing a path down my body and knew I’d won this round.
The backs of my knees hit the bed and I sat down, scooting backward as Devon climbed onto the mattress after me. His lips caught mine and I pulled him with me as I lay back against the soft pillows.
I wasn’t wearing any panties, and eagerly spread my legs when his hand slipped down my stomach. If I wasn’t beyond the point of embarrassment, I would have blushed at how wet I was. Instead, I just wanted him inside me. I gasped when his finger slid inside me, teasing my clit with gentle strokes as he pumped.
The restraint he’d shown earlier was gone as he kissed me with fierce abandon. I tore my mouth from his, sucking in air as his lips moved to my neck. Devon knew my body better than I did, bringing me to the edge and keeping me there. Keening sounds fell from my throat and I lifted my hips, seeking more friction, but he denied me.
“You were with the agent for two days,” he whispered in my ear. “Did he touch you?” Two fingers filled me and I moaned, but it still wasn’t enough.
“Tell me,” he said.
“N-no,” I gasped.
“Good,” he said. “Then I won’t have to kill him.”
I clutched at his shoulders, the muscles hard underneath my fingers. “Yes, I’d rather you not kill him,” I managed to say, trying to sound coherent even as his hand moved between my legs. “I like him.”
He growled a curse against my neck. “If you’re jealous, then you should have come back sooner,” I said. “Now stop talking already and kiss me.”
That achieved the desired result. In moments, he had shed his pants and was back. My eyes were glued to his cock, standing rigidly at attention. My mouth went dry at the sight. Devon was a large man, and his cock was proportionate. I thought he wasprobably larger than most men, not that I had a lot to compare it to. I’d only been with two men, if you didn’t count Jace, and I never counted Jace.
Devon bent my knees, pushing them apart. He guided his cock and I felt the head at my entrance. I reached for him, but he remained sitting back on his haunches. Settling his hands on my hips, he pulled me toward him, burying his length inside me.
I made some kind of noise, though I know it wasn’t actual words because I wasn’t lucid enough for that. He stretched me, filled me, much better than his fingers had.
Prying open my eyes, I saw he was gazing down at where our bodies were joined, his expression rapt as he slid out of me and back in, a slow glide that made me
After getting up, I crossed to him. He was unscrewing the gin bottle to pour himself another drink when I took it from him. Setting it back on the table, I said, “Well, I’m currently all out of sharp, pointy things.”
His lips twitched and I took that as a good sign. Stepping close to him, I twined my arms around his waist, sighing contentedly at the feel of his skin against mine. It felt so right, even more so when his arms slid around me to pull me closer. His hand inched up underneath my hair to cup the back of my neck.
His heart beat strong in his chest, the dull thud reverberating into me. I tilted my head back to look at him. When our eyes met, I smiled. I couldn’t help it. I was glad to see him in spite of our argument.
“Impossible, silly girl,” he murmured, but his eyes were kind and his smile soft.
“Come back to bed,” I implored. “I’ve missed you. I need you.”
“Is that what you want?” he asked. “Even after Clive?”
“I don’t give a damn about Clive,” I said. “And I’m not about to let him ruin our time together. Now come. Make love to me. Don’t make me ask again.”
I took his hand and pulled him toward the bed, backing up as he followed me. He still seemed somewhat reluctant, but I saw his eyes tracing a path down my body and knew I’d won this round.
The backs of my knees hit the bed and I sat down, scooting backward as Devon climbed onto the mattress after me. His lips caught mine and I pulled him with me as I lay back against the soft pillows.
I wasn’t wearing any panties, and eagerly spread my legs when his hand slipped down my stomach. If I wasn’t beyond the point of embarrassment, I would have blushed at how wet I was. Instead, I just wanted him inside me. I gasped when his finger slid inside me, teasing my clit with gentle strokes as he pumped.
The restraint he’d shown earlier was gone as he kissed me with fierce abandon. I tore my mouth from his, sucking in air as his lips moved to my neck. Devon knew my body better than I did, bringing me to the edge and keeping me there. Keening sounds fell from my throat and I lifted my hips, seeking more friction, but he denied me.
“You were with the agent for two days,” he whispered in my ear. “Did he touch you?” Two fingers filled me and I moaned, but it still wasn’t enough.
“Tell me,” he said.
“N-no,” I gasped.
“Good,” he said. “Then I won’t have to kill him.”
I clutched at his shoulders, the muscles hard underneath my fingers. “Yes, I’d rather you not kill him,” I managed to say, trying to sound coherent even as his hand moved between my legs. “I like him.”
He growled a curse against my neck. “If you’re jealous, then you should have come back sooner,” I said. “Now stop talking already and kiss me.”
That achieved the desired result. In moments, he had shed his pants and was back. My eyes were glued to his cock, standing rigidly at attention. My mouth went dry at the sight. Devon was a large man, and his cock was proportionate. I thought he wasprobably larger than most men, not that I had a lot to compare it to. I’d only been with two men, if you didn’t count Jace, and I never counted Jace.
Devon bent my knees, pushing them apart. He guided his cock and I felt the head at my entrance. I reached for him, but he remained sitting back on his haunches. Settling his hands on my hips, he pulled me toward him, burying his length inside me.
I made some kind of noise, though I know it wasn’t actual words because I wasn’t lucid enough for that. He stretched me, filled me, much better than his fingers had.
Prying open my eyes, I saw he was gazing down at where our bodies were joined, his expression rapt as he slid out of me and back in, a slow glide that made me
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